Thursday, September 24, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
This is the truth: I baked a batch of cookies on Wednesday. I've almost finished eating almost all of them. Two problems with this:
- Sorry Mr. Java's Mom, apparently I'm not great at sharing sometimes.
- My Carhartts are feeling tight.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Sun left this morning. Sun's people showed up at 8:15, and he finally loaded at 9:30. No drama, but he really did not see the point in leaving. I really did not either, aside from the 5 year old kid thing. Java was very worried, then after Sun loaded and pulled away I took Java out of the barn. We had a nice hand grazing session then went for one of the nicest trail rides that we've ever had. Entirely pleasant, gorgeous footing, no bugs, and Java was completely into it being just us. I kept her company while I stripped Sun's stall (I officialy have decided that I'm going to use less bedding for these guys or switch to pellet bedding or something, what a waste, 5 trips in the gator (grrr)) and fussing in the barn, and she is as peaceful as can be.
I was waiting to break the big news to you all, but it self destricted before I had the chance: Last week a nice horse owner who would be a nice fit here said she would like a stall. Great. Welcome, etc. He would arrive in October. Then I get a call from one person with two horses... I say, thanks but I just had someone commit to one of the stalls, but feel free to call me if you want to see the place for future reference, etc. Then last night I get a call from the new-incoming boarder. She MIGHT not be coming now... She is thinking about staying where she is... Think I have caller ID to call the lady back with the two horses... No.
If you don't know any crazy horse people, its you. IS NOW: We are ALL CRAZY. Period.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
This beautiful stack of wood is two rows deep. I probably helped put 8 logs on here. Sorry honey. Good job.
There is more in the Blair Witch Shed. It looks icky because the Blair Witch Shed is spooky. Hence the name. The wood is fine though, I think:
And, of course we need other places to stack wood. There's the year after this winter to think about... (Oh GOODIE). New racks ready and waiting for the latest wood that I'm sure we will have fun splitting and stacking. The project list goes like this here: Cut down trees, cut into log lengths, split, stack and plant new trees to regain privacy. Repeat.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
In person this was a pretty look.
The way the picture came out, it looks like she's a bad ass thinking of bad ass mischief.
Or, maybe she's thinking: "After I sit still for this photo, I'm going to roll in skunk poop and then find out a way to get it on your jeans.... which you will not notice until you are inside and talking on the phone with someone important, get it on your hands and at that point I'll look over at you with the innocent look".
Monday, September 7, 2009
Rear view, loaded up with compost:
Friday, September 4, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Java taking a break with one eye on the house door, and one eye on the neighbor's house (the odd neighbor). She's counting the seconds until I tell her how fabulous she is.
Ready to hunt the paddocks for manure. I'm one with the pitchfork and muck bucket. Mr. Java's Mom calls it poo patrol. Java leaves her manure mounds intact... and Sun mushes his into oblivion in the paddock. Less easy poo patrol with it mushed in, but how boring things would be with out a challenge like that. Keeps my eye hand coordination with the pitch fork in tip top shape. I bet if we all got together and played tennis using pitch forks we would rock out.
And, let's also pretend that Java understands why they are separated until Sun leaves.
There is a completely over used phrase that if you don't know any crazy horse people, it's you. It's official... it is me. They have made me insane. I'm going for a ride.